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3rd Turn [Action/Video] Between the 20th and the 24th

[The thief Arsene Lupin III is at it again. The video feed opens to him staring good naturedly at the camera, a relatively calm smile on his face as compared to his usual excess in energy. Astute observers wil notice that he has donned a green jacket instead of his usual red, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to match his style with the current mellow and chilly weather.

Just when the smile and stare starts to become a little awkward, he decides to speak:]

Hey, Luceti! Do any of you remember that wierd Horoscope thing that happened just after Thanksgiving? Yeah...I'm still having a little problem left over from that, and I was wondering if some of you could help a guy out.

[The feed shifts so that Lupin is no longer on screen. Instead, the audience is treated to a view of...a veritable mess. In a bedroom in one of the apartments from the Community Houses there is a horde of junk. Literally. Stuffed animals, kitchen ware, paper goods, clothing items, and other miscellany are gathered in the room, with a minor semblence of order. Everything is sorted by type of item and nothing more.

The only notable single item stack is a pile of panties partially hidden from view in a corner.

If anyone who has noticed his random appearances and disappearances from the Barracks within the last few weeks and wondered where he was when he wasn't parked in the trees with his binoculars--this is what he has been doing.]

One of my 'predictions' was that I would inadvertently steal things. Turns out I did; I just don't remember any of it. All of this? Yeah. This was all stolen during that week. I've spent the last month digging everything up.

[He sighs dramatically.] There might still be more too...

I'm not asking you guys to believe me when I say all this, and I'm not trying to show off or brag. I was hoping that you guys could come and look through this stuff and take it off me. I really don't want it.

[The feed flips back to his face, his expression one of complete acceptance. People who didn't know him would never guess that such grand scale theft without memory is out of character for him. He's not a kleptomaniac. He's just constantly hungry for a challenge.]

Another thing. For the people who missed the announcement before, I'm planning on having a Casablanca movie day on Christmas Eve with Fujiko. It seems only good and fair to invite other people, so feel free to drop in if you have no one else to hang out with for Christmas. If someone can help me figure out how to set it up for people to watch through the journals, that'd be awesome.

[Filtered to Ishikawa Goemon XIII]

The Samurai came back unscathed, right? With the memories of much ass kicked that wasn't his own, right?

[Don't mind him. He's trying to make a joke.]

Anyway, just wanted to let you know that we're doing the usual on Christmas. Wining, dining, Kampai... Oh. We're also having our little meeting then. We kind of had a blizzard when you were gone, and there's really no telling how the weather will be at the end of this week. You might want to come up here early and be prepared to stay, just in case.

[End Filter]

[The feed closes abruptly after this. The thief obviously can't be bothered with showmanship at this point. He'll have the offer to come and 'shop' open from the 20th onward, and the channels are left open to contact him via Journal. He's been rooming with Zenigata in CH 5 for the moment, so any residents are welcome to drop in.

The 24th finds him setting up for Casablanca. If you have the expertise to set it up to stream through the journal, feel free to contact him. Otherwise, drop by Fujiko's place on the top level of CH 5. Don't worry; there will be drinks, and all of the traps have been taken down.]

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[Wise man. There....were issues earlier in the week. And month. And year...its complicated.

He sympathizes. Really.]

Sorry about that again, Mr. Donatello. Hopefully Fujiko hasn't told you anything too unsavory...and if she has...well. More apologies on my part, if that's the case, because then we have a small mess to clean.

[It's Fujiko. She's a complicated woman.]

It's no problem. I heard most of Fujiko's stories second-hand - [- from Raph bragging about his girlfriend and her supposed exploits -] - and I assumed they got exaggerated along the way.

It's like when you tell your friends about a fish you caught--it gets bigger every time! [He chuckles.] But, even with the most outrageous fish story, there is some truth somewhere. Besides, we have done some pretty insane things together!

[Boy, could he ever tell you some unbelievable-but-completely-true stories.]

I'd like to hear them sometime.

We can definitely exchange crazy fish stories someday. Fujiko made mention of you and your brothers a few times, so you've probably been here long enough to have some really wacky stories.

And I'll definitely tell you if I find something that looks like familiar tech. Or, if I find something interesting in general.

[It's a strange, meandering way of doing it, but he's trying to make up for having to bear witness to that little misunderstanding there.]

[He laughs nervously.] Most of my stories are from home...

What kind of tech do you count as 'familiar'?

[Most of his were too. It changes nothing.]

It looks like we're both familiar with modern conveniences. Computers and the like. I'm on the lookout for stuff anyway--I feel better in a fight if I have something other than just my Walther with me, if you get that. So, if I find something I can't use, I'd rather pass it along than just toss it. We can't all be selfish bastards here.

... Walther? A gun?

[Answer that before he says anything else.]

Yeah, you got it. It's a Walther P-38, a semiauto that fires .9 milimeter rounds. Fujiko carries a similar model, the Walther PPK. A pair of them...among others. There really isn't much difference between the two models. Why?

[Ah, right. He's seen - and been wary of - Fujiko's guns.]

Nothing. What else are you looking for?

[Lupin's not that trigger happy. He prefers other methods--no worries of suddenly finding yourself with a sidearm in your face on this end, not without a very, very good reason.]

I'll know it when I see it, I guess. There's lot of things. [More ammo, for one. A grappling hook, for another.] I don't think I'll find them all here either. Like my cigarettes. I'll smoke most any brand, but its hard to find my favorite anyway. It's doubtful it'll turn up here.

I'm not allowed to touch those. Is there anything else I could look for...?

[Lupin understood that--he wasn't really asking for help in finding his Gitanes anyway. It was a bad habit, he knew. He just didn't want to give it up.]

...Is that an offer?

There's no reason for all of us to go digging through those bins.

[An idea occurs!] There should be a place in the Item Shop for people to write down things they're looking for. So if someone else comes across it...

[He had been about to whine about how much he liked the idea of digging through bins when Donatello came up with the idea. It was intriguing. He liked where it was going.]

...They can pass it along, I gotcha! They probably wouldn't want much to do with projectile grappling hooks or dolls anyway. They might put up a fight for a bunch of lockpicking and jailbreaking equipment, though.

Thanks for the tip. I'm still new-ish around here, so that's news to me.

Exactly. There might be some fights, but right now people take things without even knowing someone else wanted them. Maybe the shopkeepers could help enforce a reservation system.

[He laughs.] I've been here a long time and I'm kicking myself for not thinking of this sooner.

[He laughs along too.]

It's a pretty good idea, really. Though, I don't know how well it will be enforced. I've heard things about people not liking rules and stuff around here...

[He doesn't say that he's among them. Fujiko probably told her turtle friends all about that, among the other stories she told.]

[Never mind that for now.]

So, grappling hooks and lockpicks? [This is equipment he is familiar with.]

Pretty basic stuff, I know. I'm just having a hard time finding them...consciously, at least. There might be something workable in that mess you saw earlier, but that's gonna take a long time to find.

Lots of patience is needed. And lots of digging.

[A few moments' pause, and then the journal's camera clicks on to show a fairly extensive set of lockpicks, neatly laid out on a cloth.]

[What do you think of that?]

It's hard to make some of them any bigger than they are.

Then what is your problem?

I don't like getting lectured by people who don't know me.

Tough cookies.

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